I know it's silly, but it's how I feel ALL OF THE TIME. Each and every week, as I trudge through work and home life in Wilmington, I am hearing the call of the ocean. It's like I'm not my real self unless I'm near it.
I suppose it's not really that I'm craving the beach as much as wanting to escape reality. It puts a small wedge between me and the stress of real life (work, elderly parents, etc). Even an overnight seems to help me hit the reset button on my mood.
Tonight, I did my evening walk on the boardwalk in OCMD. I walked to the end of the fishing pier and saw that the sun was getting ready to set (and it looked like it was gonna be a good one),
When I see sights like these, I literally feel high. I find my self inhaling as if I am drawing the scenery into my lungs and taking a "hit" of the atmosphere. It is, without a doubt, so much better than any substance that I've ever put in my body.
It's Easter weekend and I'm sure that there's a bunch of stuff happening down here. I have to head back to Wilmington tomorrow, but I'm already looking forward to heading back here next weekend.
